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“Bitch,” said Prism, smacking Flambae’s hand before it could reach his phone. “The fuck happened to hoes before holes?”
Flambae relented. He knew she was right. He’d spent the past couple of days periodically checking his phone to find texts from Herm: pictures of sunsets he’d taken, stories from work when Flambae was off, videos of seals sticking their heads into running pipes to douse themselves with water. Things had been good.
“Just ‘cause you got a crush now doesn’t mean you can ditch me, is that fucking clear?”
“It’s not a crush,” he told her, though he knew the moment it left his lips that she wasn’t buying it. He pushed his phone into the crease between two couch cushions and slid closer to her, taking her face in one hand to press a kiss to her cheek. “And I’m not ditching you.”
That, too, had been surprisingly easy compared to some other relationships he’d had. Not once had Herm gotten mad at him for not responding on time, or for already having plans when he asked. Nothing bad would happen if Flambae left his messages for later.
It wasn’t a crush. But Flambae could consider himself lucky regardless.